like a diamond, pretend it is not what you want

it makes you look humble,

false humility does you wonders!

shaking your head, eyes downcast,

your heart races at the prize

of being up and above, held for all to see, to gaze

while the lips flap about, creating smoke and mirrors,

as always, your shadow plays along

already being able to dance in tune with your soul

to an admiring crowd captivated at the

logic, the twist and turns of who all this came to be,

glaring, stern looking, serious affairs

all this is when an accusation sounds to be

a poke, poke, poke,

do not poke the bear

thus the benign smiles continue to make merry,

they all rather play around, act ignorant

than call out, even when the metaphysical bears

a burden heavy on something inside,

it is hard to discern when the enchantment is deep,

the words are flowery, being held to be the benchmark

sure feels good, too good really … … a wrinkle in the forehead,

don’t do that! it takes away that glitter, glittering

away, like a morning star whose brilliance

is awaited by all living, to take that energy, to take that heat,

to be alive, to drink, to make merry,

pivotal in all ways, pay, paid, a swipe of a card

and the next smile goes to the highest bidder.